The foreigner tried to offer her the onions but she waved them away. There were some things that only a doctor or healer could do, but sometimes you could resign a patient's care to their family. Resentment could sometimes breed when loved ones could do nothing to help the patient and so Waisana had learned the importance of including them in the healing process when it was possible. This was something she felt Ixzo could handle alone and if not, she knew where the River Flower was, or so she assumed. She couldn't afford to remain with the girl; as much as she had of liked to there were others who needed her aid as there weren't many filling to venture out in the fog. She could only hope that the woman would follow her instructions and she seemed determine to help the child so the doctor didn't perceive any problems arising in that area. Her expression was alert and she was attentive to everything Waisana had to say.
She repeated the basics back at her but the concept of pain-alleviating herbs apparently confused her in some way. Did she not understand the concept of pain in the Drykas language? Perhaps not but that seemed unlikely to the teen although she had repeated the phrase as if it was unfamiliar to her, her tones huskier than the doctor's had been. Waisana bit her lip, considering how to explain this to the woman. "Herbs will take away the hurt. Help her get better fast. Without them, she may not have strength enough to fight. Pain might kill her," she explained, miming a wince every time she mentioned anything to do with pain. She was telling the truth of course. The pain would weaken the girl further and perhaps drain off the necessary energy she needed to heal. Those herbs could mean the difference between whether Iollu lived or died. She had to make sure that Ixzo understood that although she was careful that her voice was kept low as she explained. She didn't need the child to know this and she knew all too well that little ears were good at listening at tent flaps. She sought the necessary plants in her bag, taken earlier from the River Flower's stock. She took out the dried Tolm and sought the Bon'mur roots that she could identify from frequent use although she didn't know how to identify the plant they came from.
She measured out some of the Tolm, assessing how much would be needed for three days and placing it in a cloth which she tied at the top. The Bon'mur roots were carefully removed, one root for each dose and enough for three doses each day for the next two days. These were also wrapped in cloth and tied closed. The Drykas girl placed the Tolm down first and explained its usage. "This is for pain. You make tea, three, four cups a day. Should do three days. This," she indicated the Bon'mur as she placed it down, "For hot skin, fever. Chew. Three a day, two days. Tolm. Bon'mur," she named each plant, teaching them to the Myrian in case she needed to ask for more in the River Flower.
The girl made a gesture of understanding as Ixzo struggled to explain how she had come to care for Iollu. "Her family were killed by pirates," she corrected her gently, offering a soft but sad smile. The joke fell flat for the Myrian as Waisana merely stared at her blankly. She couldn't keep her expression completely neutral, however, the corner of her mouth puckering and the skin around her brows creasing slightly as she fought back a frown. After that, the other behaved somewhat strangely in the blonde's eyes. The doctor failed to understand why she was crawling towards her boot, watching curiously as the other rustled around in search of something. It took her a moment to register the meaning of the clinking sound--coins--and then she prepared herself to politely turn down the payment. Drykas typically bartered although coins could be useful when trading with others. Obviously Ixzo wasn't aware of this yet, but Waisana hadn't anticipated the near violence the woman used. The money was thrust upon her, pushed in to her hand before she could even mount some manner of defense. The girl looked down at the four gold coins in shock and back up at the woman, her stance indicating that there was no way the doctor could press the money upon her again. Sighing, the teen placed the coins in a section of her bag, bobbing her head slightly in response to the other's nod of respect.
You're welcome, she signed, pausing as she considered the other's offer. She shook her head slightly, her expression conflicted. "I should go but... she hesitated, undecided. "I think I will stay." Short time. "I will watch you use medicine. Answer questions if you have. Make sure you can manage," she explained, smiling in a friendly way to show that she didn't lack faith in the other's abilities. Rest. "Before I go outside again."
She repeated the basics back at her but the concept of pain-alleviating herbs apparently confused her in some way. Did she not understand the concept of pain in the Drykas language? Perhaps not but that seemed unlikely to the teen although she had repeated the phrase as if it was unfamiliar to her, her tones huskier than the doctor's had been. Waisana bit her lip, considering how to explain this to the woman. "Herbs will take away the hurt. Help her get better fast. Without them, she may not have strength enough to fight. Pain might kill her," she explained, miming a wince every time she mentioned anything to do with pain. She was telling the truth of course. The pain would weaken the girl further and perhaps drain off the necessary energy she needed to heal. Those herbs could mean the difference between whether Iollu lived or died. She had to make sure that Ixzo understood that although she was careful that her voice was kept low as she explained. She didn't need the child to know this and she knew all too well that little ears were good at listening at tent flaps. She sought the necessary plants in her bag, taken earlier from the River Flower's stock. She took out the dried Tolm and sought the Bon'mur roots that she could identify from frequent use although she didn't know how to identify the plant they came from.
She measured out some of the Tolm, assessing how much would be needed for three days and placing it in a cloth which she tied at the top. The Bon'mur roots were carefully removed, one root for each dose and enough for three doses each day for the next two days. These were also wrapped in cloth and tied closed. The Drykas girl placed the Tolm down first and explained its usage. "This is for pain. You make tea, three, four cups a day. Should do three days. This," she indicated the Bon'mur as she placed it down, "For hot skin, fever. Chew. Three a day, two days. Tolm. Bon'mur," she named each plant, teaching them to the Myrian in case she needed to ask for more in the River Flower.
The girl made a gesture of understanding as Ixzo struggled to explain how she had come to care for Iollu. "Her family were killed by pirates," she corrected her gently, offering a soft but sad smile. The joke fell flat for the Myrian as Waisana merely stared at her blankly. She couldn't keep her expression completely neutral, however, the corner of her mouth puckering and the skin around her brows creasing slightly as she fought back a frown. After that, the other behaved somewhat strangely in the blonde's eyes. The doctor failed to understand why she was crawling towards her boot, watching curiously as the other rustled around in search of something. It took her a moment to register the meaning of the clinking sound--coins--and then she prepared herself to politely turn down the payment. Drykas typically bartered although coins could be useful when trading with others. Obviously Ixzo wasn't aware of this yet, but Waisana hadn't anticipated the near violence the woman used. The money was thrust upon her, pushed in to her hand before she could even mount some manner of defense. The girl looked down at the four gold coins in shock and back up at the woman, her stance indicating that there was no way the doctor could press the money upon her again. Sighing, the teen placed the coins in a section of her bag, bobbing her head slightly in response to the other's nod of respect.
You're welcome, she signed, pausing as she considered the other's offer. She shook her head slightly, her expression conflicted. "I should go but... she hesitated, undecided. "I think I will stay." Short time. "I will watch you use medicine. Answer questions if you have. Make sure you can manage," she explained, smiling in a friendly way to show that she didn't lack faith in the other's abilities. Rest. "Before I go outside again."
